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Chaos strikes when compromise is not reached.
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Dueling trees lock limbs
Bending them in strained embrace
Branch and bark collide
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Morning sings gently
Branches bow, each one concedes--
Peace, in time, arrives.
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Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (6)
Brilliantly-crafted & gorgeously written! 💕
Gorgeously written, Michelle!!
Oof, those trees were throwing hands (well, branches) in the first haiku, and then—boom—zen mode activated. If trees can compromise, why can't people?
Oooo, morning sings gently, I especially loved that!
beautifully done, Michelle <3
As soon as a compromise is made, peace prevails. Beautiful poem ✨😊